Welcome to my first ever story it's very AU. I can't wait to see where this story goes!
Disclaimer: Never have I owned Glee and I probably never will.
A Dreamer's Reality
Pain, an earth shattering pain, ran throughout her body. He's gone. Dead. She watched as he took his last breathe, blood running down his lifeless body. His whiskey colored eyes begging Rachel to help, but how could she? All Rachel could do was screaming, scream like it was her life she was losing, like she was in danger.
"Rachel, wake up, it's happened again! Rachel it's just a dream. It's not real!" Katie shouted shoving Rachel. This has happened for the past year. This dream replaying over and over in her dreams it always ended the same way, the piercing scream and hot flashes.
Rachel dragged her knees up to her chest and buried her head into her knees. She didn't know what had gotten into her. She didn't know him, if he was real; his name was unknown to her. Her chocolate eyes now puffy and swollen from the tears occupying her face. Every damn night it happens, without a fail.
"I'm sorry. I don't know why this happens. I wish it wouldn't, I can't control it, every night he appears, in his army uniform and his buzz cut hair. The scar, which runs from the top to the bottom of his cheek. The sad look upon his face, right before he falls to the ground and the blood pouring from every opening of his body, I just can't do it much longer. I need him to go. I need him to leave me alone. I just don't know how to get him to go though, Katie. I just don't know," Rachel wailed begging for any type of help from Katie.
"Rachel, I can't do this anymore, we starting to get into the last stretch of your collage years and I need to be studying for test and stuff like that instead of trying to get inside of your head trying to sort out your problems. I'm sorry Rachel but I'm leaving. No more am I going to care for you. Sort out your own problems!" Katie said somewhat angry walking out of the room, slamming the door behind her.
Rachel just tucked herself back under cover, resisting the urge to fall back asleep.
"How's my favourite chica doing?" Santana asked.
"Not good San, it happened again, Katie left and I just don't know what to do with myself." Rachel spoke softly not wanting anyone to hear her.
"That cow, I'll go all Lima Heights on her sorry ass! Snix is coming out! I have serious rage against this girl! Rachel I'm telling you I have never liked her!" Santana almost roared swiping her dark lock behind her. Her face turning red with anger. "Forget her come live with me; it's better than that shoebox you're living in now. It'd be amazing Rae-Ray, imagine the mayhem we cause Snix and Rae-Ray against the world. I wouldn't even care about the dream. I'd scare it off." Santana cheerfully said.
"Yeah, come on San, let's go to class." Rachel agreed deciding living with Santana, what harm could it do?
Music theory class, nothing new, Rachel knew everything to do with music. Extra credit looked good though. Rachel looked at the professor, took in everything he was saying, typing it into her laptop. Her professor was a 30 something. He had a strong build, broad shoulders. He was dressed in a black suit completed with a black skinny tie. He was so handsome. Rachel knew Santana knows this because she had been bragging about her relationship with their Music Theory professor. Another pointer to why she shouldn't live with Santana, she is known for her partying ways and relationship with girls and boys.
"Composing music is easy when you know your notes. That's what I am here to teach you. Over the course of the year, if I do what I intent to do, you will grow in your musical talents and help you on your way to achieve what you want to in your future careers." Professor boomed so everyone in the room could hear him.
Halfway through the class the doors burst open and a young male ran down, panting heavily, and took the unoccupied seat next to Rachel. Rachel took in his appearance. Tall, very tall at least 6ft, defined muscles. His arms looked very strong. But then Rachel looked at his face, he had whiskey colored eyes, the same eyes as the man in her dreams. It was him. The man from her dream and he was sitting right next to her. Rachel didn't know what to do, whether to run, scream or act like nothing happened. For now Rachel chose the latter. The panic could set in later, but for now she is going finish this class.
That's the first chapter done! I hoped you enjoyed it, leave me a review here or tweet me at LittleLeaMFan. I'd love to hear how you think of the story or how I could improve it. Until next time.